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The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles
Desmond Digby
S. A. Wakefield
This stunning collection includes four of the best and favourite Bottersnikes and Gumbles stories chosen from the original beloved classics…Deep in the Australian bush live some very strange creatures.Bottersnikes make their homes in rubbish heaps. They have green wrinkly skin, cheese-grater noses and pointed ears that go red when they’re angry – which is most of the time.Gumbles are happy little creatures who can be squashed into any shape without being hurt. They’re clever and resourceful except when they go giggly. Then they’re far too silly to do anything at all.This is handy for the Bottersnikes who, with cries of ‘Got You’, grab the Gumbles, squash them into tins and only take them out when there’s work to be done. Can the Gumbles outwit the grouchy Bottersnikes and avoid being captured again?







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‘Running Down to the Beach’, ‘Willigumble — Late as Usual’,
‘The Adventures of Chank’, ‘Spring in the Air’ and ‘The King’s Party’
first published in Bottersnikes and Gumbles by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1967 ‘Supergumble’, ‘The Palace-mobile’, ‘The Art of Catching Gumbles’,
‘The Artist and the Dreamer’ and ‘Dump Development Scheme’
first published in Gumbles on Guard by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1975
‘Hot and Strong’, ‘Tinkingumble and the Dry Water’ and ‘Casting the Votes’
first published in Gumbles in Summer by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1979
‘The Dark Forest’, ‘Gumbleducks’ and ‘The Qwertyuiop’
first published in Gumbles in Trouble by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1990
Text copyright individual editions © S. A. Wakefield 1967, 1975, 1979, 1989
Text copyright The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles © Betty Wakefield 2016
Illustrations copyright individual editions © Desmond Digby 1967, 1975, 1979, 1989
Illustrations copyright The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles © Brendan Gillis 2016
Cover illustrations by Desmond Digby
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Source ISBN: 9780008205799
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CONTENTS
Cover (#ud7083a3b-5367-5ee2-ac69-b01a96b48e06)
Title Page (#ua5f59e85-04d7-5cb8-9fa5-3e080bb1828e)
Copyright (#ue2fd7171-2bac-5ed9-88b1-e23249d21eea)
Running Down to the Beach (#u3e4763cd-a029-5de9-8302-93ce0f1acc00)
Willigumble — Late as Usual (#ud4358677-e1fd-5b1a-a475-3e002a743f1f)
The Adventures of Chank (#ubd35ff44-0bc4-5e3a-8323-0d816cbf83b7)
Spring in the Air (#u7aab6252-e058-56c9-bba3-8bfd4765fbbf)
The King’s Party (#ue758db79-7799-5f05-a479-9fa1ccb1a5d2)
Supergumble (#u37f84ee7-d07b-52ed-9910-99d2d919d283)
The Palace-mobile (#ub5b4d4e3-56fd-5fda-80bc-8d27fae44ee6)
The Art of Catching Gumbles (#ud406dcb7-97bf-5c27-ad05-b0ee9c1116c3)
The Artist and the Dreamer (#ue3eaa100-7cb3-5d16-b3db-614212366699)
Dump Development Scheme (#u7abc2640-0273-512e-9f03-9774ac814d3a)
Hot and Strong (#u1ddae471-ea7e-5a3d-80ef-7be10bd2ddf5)
Tinkingumble and the Dry Water (#ua8ad534a-1373-56b2-896a-b73a3c02535b)
Casting the Votes (#ua2099aa9-dd72-5c43-8b6a-0226a1e5ac40)
The Dark Forest (#ub1ff6135-f7fa-50be-a494-bb92298b71cf)
Gumbleducks (#uf7a027d0-b86a-587e-9b28-ff4b70813ddd)
The Qwertyuiop (#u12647c13-be8c-5111-84e1-eed9cfb0b19d)
About the Author (#u23b6c59f-3d6f-5fd6-a1f9-35c2d6c4e8df)
About the Publisher (#u0444014e-ecda-5e34-a84e-47120dfea82e)



RUNNING DOWN TO THE BEACH (#ulink_ab141b21-ee72-5c6a-a10c-667410039411)
Bottersnikes are the laziest creatures, probably, in the whole world.
They are too lazy to dig burrows, like rabbits, or to find hollow trees to live in as the small animals do, and would be horrified at the work of building nests, like birds. Bottersnikes find their homes readymade, in rubbish heaps. When they find a pile of tins, pots, pans and junk, they think it is lovely, and crawl in. And live there, sleeping mostly. Best of all they like the rubbish heaps along dusty roadsides in the lonely Australian bush, where they can sleep for weeks, undisturbed.


Once, in a rubbish heap like this, two long black ears poked out of a watering can. The ears came first because they were twice as long as the head they belonged to. Between the ears appeared an ugly green face with slanted eyes, a nose like a cheese grater and a mean mouth with pointed teeth sticking out. The skin was wrinkly all over and little toadstools grew where the eyebrows should have been.


This was the King of the Bottersnikes. He squeezed out of the watering can.
The King’s ears turned bright red because he was angry — this always happens with Bottersnikes when they get angry — and the cause of his temper was a thistle growing through the bottom of his bed. But he was too lazy to pull it out and just stood there looking, with his ears growing redder. Near him he saw an old rusting car, propped against a gum tree. What a palace that would make for a Bottersnike King! ‘If someone would open the door,’ he thought, ‘I would get in.’
So the King yelled at the top of his voice for help — and very loud that is; but the other Bottersnikes, all twenty or so of the King’s band, snored loudly from their beds in the rubbish to show they had not heard.
This meant that the King would have to pull someone out of bed, kick him and twist his tail till he woke up, and make him open the car door, so that the King could get in. Bottersnikes go to no end of trouble to do things the easiest way. ‘There is no one, no one at all,’ the King growled, ‘who will help.’ His ears glowed in a royal rage that was quite terrible to see.
As the King was yelling for help the Gumbles happened to be passing, which was just their bad luck. They were on their way down the hill to a little stream they knew of, called Earlyfruit Creek, where the water flowed into quiet pools and banks of sand made tiny beaches just right for Gumble paddling.
‘Hey, you!’ bawled the King to the Gumbles. ‘Come and open this door and help me in.’
The Gumbles were a bit astonished, as all their friends in the bush were much politer than this, but being cheerful little creatures and always ready to lend a hand, like good Brownies, they said: ‘Well, all right, if it won’t take too long, because we’re in a hurry to get to the creek, you see.’
‘Don’t argue,’ the King said. ‘Just do as you’re told.’
By climbing up each other’s backs the Gumbles managed to open the car door, and with a one-two-three all together shove they heaved the King into his new palace. Hearing the strange voices, the other Bottersnikes decided to wake up. They peered at these funny little creatures they’d not seen before and asked: ‘What are these?’
‘Useful,’ the King said, clambering on to the steering wheel. ‘That’s what they are. Grab ’em.’
‘Here, just a minute — you can’t do that,’ the Gumbles cried, all speaking at once, ‘We only stopped to lend a hand. We’re just running down to the beach. For a paddle in the cool water.’
‘Got you!’ shouted the Bottersnikes, and they grabbed those little Gumbles — this was quite easy, for though they are so lazy Bottersnikes can move faster than Gumbles when they have to because their legs are longer. And when they grabbed them they discovered a peculiar thing about Gumbles. They discovered that you can squeeze Gumbles to any shape you like without hurting them, and that if you press them very hard they flatten out like pancakes and cannot pop back to their proper shapes unless helped.


‘This,’ said the King, watching, ‘is more useful than ever.’
The Bottersnikes blinked. They couldn’t see why it was useful at all — silly, squashy things, they thought.
‘Because,’ the King growled, ‘we can pop ’em into something and squash ’em down hard so’s they can’t get away, and when I want some work done they’ll be ready and waiting to do it.’


Now the Bottersnikes began to get the idea. They would have servants for ever, to tidy up and keep them comfortable. ‘Hoo, hoo!’ they yelled. ‘What’ll we pop ’em into?’
‘Jam tins,’ roared the King. Another good idea! Naturally there were hundreds of them lying in the rubbish. ‘The proper thing is to shout “Got you!” and grab ’em, and pop ’em into jam tins.’
‘What a rotten thing to think of,’ cried the Gumbles. ‘When we only stopped to —’
‘Got you!’ shouted the Bottersnikes, and they grabbed the Gumbles and popped them into jam tins. And squashed them down hard, with horny fists. There were more than enough Gumbles for each Bottersnike to grab one. Some of the fattest, in fact, grabbed two.


How they snuffled through their noses — which meant that they were laughing — how they rorted and snorted and hooed with glee at what they had done. ‘We done ourselves a good turn,’ the King announced. ‘We done a good day’s work.’
Exhausted at the thought of this, they fell asleep at once, and the tinned Gumbles were left in the hot sun all afternoon, thinking of the cool creek where they had meant to paddle. Now, it seemed, they would never go there again.
Towards evening some of the Bottersnikes woke up, disturbed by snores from the King’s palace — most royal ones, like trombones blaring. ‘All very well for ’im,’ the Bottersnikes thought, their ears going red, ‘but we ain’t got palaces to sleep in, and we ain’t comfy, and what’s to be done?’ Then they remembered the Gumbles. ‘Stop being lazy in them tins,’ they ordered, ‘and come and put our places comfy.’
So the Gumbles were hauled out of the tins and put to work building bigger and better rubbish heaps for the Bottersnikes to crawl into; a nastier job for Gumbles would be impossible to find. ‘Harder, harder,’ the Bottersnikes bawled. ‘And don’t try and run away, ’cos we’re watching you!’
But they did not see one little Gumble under the King’s car, where he was puzzling over a tin-opener he had found. This Gumble was the one who had tinks — every tink was a good idea — and as soon as he discovered how the tin-opener worked a real beauty came to him: tink! Clear as if you had tapped the edge of a glass with a spoon.
Up jumped Tinkingumble with his bright idea and peered cautiously from behind a wheel. ‘Pssst! Bring me the jam tins one by one,’ he whispered to Happigumble and Merrigumble nearby. ‘Mind they don’t see you!’
While the Bottersnikes were trying the new heaps to see if they were comfy, and squabbling over who should have the comfiest, they rolled the jam tins under the car where Tinkingumble cut the bottoms out of every one, working fast and secretly; then Happigumble and Merrigumble rolled them back again taking care to keep the parts together so that they looked all right from the top. The job was done just in time.
‘It ain’t good,’ the Bottersnikes growled, ‘not a bit good, but it’ll have to do for tonight ’cos we’re tired, and you’ll have to work harder tomorrow.’ They shouted ‘Got you!’ and grabbed the Gumbles and popped them into the jam tins, and snuffled their noses about it because they knew they’d have servants tomorrow and forever. Then they went to sleep.
When they were snoring safely Tinkingumble called ‘Now!’ and the Gumbles tried to stand up. The cut-out bottoms of the tins fell away nicely, just as planned, but they were still stuck in the round parts — absolutely wodged in.
‘How are we going to get away?’ said Happigumble. ‘My legs are so squashed up I can hardly move!’


‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ Tinkingumble said unhappily. A tink came to the rescue as he spoke — only a small one, but quite clear. Following Tinkingumble’s, the jam tins blundered towards the road banging into each other as they went — it nearly made them giggly, and Gumbles are quite hopeless when they go giggly — and there they rocked themselves until the tins fell over on their sides, and the slope of the hill did the rest. The Gumbles ran down to the beach in their jam tins much, much faster than any Bottersnike could have chased them.
An owl, who saw all the tins rolling down the hill in the moonlight, was so surprised that he flew straight into a moult, and declared he’d never seen such a sight in all his years of hooting.


At the bottom of the hill the Gumbles shot off the road into the bush, where a friendly bandicoot poked them out of the tins with his long nose. They put the jam tins in a bin marked Please Be Tidy and spent the rest of the night paddling at their favourite beach, for Gumbles are too busy having fun to waste time sleeping and there is no one to tell them when to go to bed.



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